Countless tattered military banners began to flutter. The piled bodies of heavenly soldiers and generals slowly regained their color, their armor shone again, and their weapons gleamed with a sharp, cold light.
The layers of black clouds slowly dispersed, gradually revealing the daylight.
But Cui Jiuyang did not stop. He kept swishing the Great Banner's fabric through the clear water, splashing droplets onto the surface of the platform.
The platform itself was made from the bodies of heavenly soldiers and generals, so when the droplets landed on their faces, they felt a little cold.
Then they opened their eyes, first seeing Cui Jiuyang playing with the water, then their comrades sleeping soundly beside them.
At last, one heavenly soldier propped himself up with his hands and sat upright. As he moved, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals beside him seemed to be startled awake, waking one after another.
"Who are you? Who are you?"
"Who am I? Who am I?"
"Where are we? Where are we?"
The heavenly soldiers and generals asked the same questions, looking at Cui Jiuyang with the same bewilderment.
Cui Jiuyang paid them no heed and simply kept splashing countless droplets from the pool of clear water with the banner's pole and fabric.
As his movements grew faster, a white mist gradually rose from the clear water. It ascended into the sky, completely covering the black clouds that had already almost dispersed.
Then a fine drizzle began to fall between heaven and earth. Seeing that Cui Jiuyang ignored them, the heavenly soldiers and generals did not particularly mind.
Supporting and pulling one another along, they began walking through this world.
The fine drizzle fell on their faces and gathered on their armor into crystalline droplets that dripped to the ground.
Nourished by the rain, even the dark